We are now in our third week in the sunny south, and in true Grouchy-house fashion, the luster is wearing off. So far everyone but darling daughter has been sick; the drains have refused to cooperate for days on end; the stove didn't work for a week; and my shiny-new clothes dryer can only run for five minutes at a time before it flips the main breaker off. Well, okay, that's life, so we did what needed to be done, and voila! We're all approaching good health again, the stove is fixed, and the plumbers got the drains going again....until this morning. Actually until about 15 minutes ago, when I hit the little lever and instead of "swoosh-swoosh-GONE" I got "glug....glug.....glug.....eeewww".
I'm sure you can imagine my scarcely-containable glee upon witnessing this event. Really, one of the highlights of my life these days is calling our landlord and telling him what isn't working today. The poor man probably wishes he'd just burned the place down. And the sad thing is, I really, really like this house. It's open and sunny and welcoming and it would be absolutely amazing if everything freaking worked! (So sorry, did that sound bitter? Really, I'm not bitter. Not at all. Simply - um - disillusioned. Yeah, that's it, disillusioned. ) It's just a little more challenging than I'd expected, what with only being able to flush the toilets every few hours and having to dry clothes in five-minute bursts. That's all.
So now I'm waiting to hear from the landlord about drains, and dryers, and....oh golly....I'm almost afraid to contemplate what else could happen. It boggles the mind. Thankfully the sun is out today, after a weekend of rain and storms, so I'm hoping that will keep me pepped up a bit. Hope all your drains actually drain!